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“…and that is why male dragons are generally advised to stay away from male hippogryphs," the teacher said, slamming the book shut loud enough to startle the few students who hadn't been listening. Most had, though; the drakes wide-eyed in terror, and the dragonesses and other species with growing disbelief and amusement. “Any questions on that?"

One of Gwen's classmates piped up. “But how's any of that possible? You're saying that if a hippogryph and a drake, uh… um…"

“If they mate, or if they play a little too intimately, yes, that is what would happen," the old dragon sighed. “How it's possible? The impossible hybrid species, such as hippogryphs, often have a certain innate magic to them. Reality bends to magic, not the other way around. Some also speculate that we dragons make for such easy 'victims' because of some amphibian heritage…"

They continued discussing it. Some of the males argued that it couldn't possibly happen to them. They were, you see, far too manly for it. Their cocks were too big, or they just exuded such crushing masculinity that it'd beat out any hippogryph musk and magic. The teacher calmly refuted each of those points, giving examples of drakes on field trips thinking exactly that and ending up as “broodfathers", and so on.

Gwen, though – who has also been born seemingly male, but quickly realized that it wasn't quite the case – sat there in stunned, yet quite enchanted disbelief. She had a childhood friend who was a hippogryph, and though she hadn't seen him for a year or so, with the first year of college having them both so very busy, the possibilities instantly flooded her mind, overwhelming her to the point that she wasn't sure what to make of herself at all.

It didn't hurt that she had always had a crush on him, and yet avoided him because he was only into females. And now it turned out that apparently, he could just transform her into a full female. The thought was so immense that Gwen had to think carefully on how to approach it even just to plan things. She wasn't out to him yet. She wasn't out to most beyond the classmates and teachers she interacted with daily, having only recently fully admitted what she was – a transgendered dragoness – even to herself.

But maybe he'd see through it. Maybe he'd understand. The hippogryph – Zephyrus, or Zeph for short – had always been about as open-minded as could be expected of any male of his age. He had never said anything bad about anyone just because of who they were, and the only reason Gwen knew that he wasn't into other boys was because she had watched one from a parallel class try, years ago, before they were even adults. He had let him down gently, with all the delicateness a situation like that needed, never speaking a single bad word about him but at the same time making it firmly clear that it wasn't this thing. Oh, Zephyrus and his plumes of white and sapphire…

Yeah, Gwen's crush on him hadn't gone anywhere. But him not being gay would mean that he wasn't into her either, not physically. Maybe, though, just maybe, his sharp eagle eyes could see through the body she had been cursed to be born with.

And maybe, further, he'd be willing to change her, if what the teacher was telling them really was possible. Gwen shuddered at the thought, so full of anxious energy that she had to fight the urge to run to see him right now. He probably had classes anyway.

For the rest of her class, as the elderly teacher-drake moved on to discuss other subjects, she barely heard anything at all, busy as she was making plans. As a black dragoness, perhaps planning wasn't her strongest skill – stereotypically, anyway – but she tried her very best. The biggest problem was that she had no idea how to approach Zeph about it. Maybe straight-forward honesty would be the best option.

The thing was that she wanted a little more than just the transformation, too. She wanted to have eggs, and more than anything she wanted to have her own eggs before it became impossible. So that meant Zeph would have to help her collect her own cum as she came for the very last time with a cock and… well, help her commit the rather taboo act of self-fertilization after she had been transformed. Her mother had wanted dragon whelps for grandkids, at least the first clutch. Maybe later on, he could knock her up with some hybrids, too. It wasn't as if she didn't love him. Just that she wanted to preserve a little something of herself, too.

So that was a problem.

But she had a place in mind. The nearby forest where they had always played as kids. She'd bring her favorite dildo, naturally modelled after a hippogryph's cock, and if Zeph consented… well, things would proceed rather naturally from there. And she'd give him a blowjob or such as a reward. Then it'd just be up to the fates how things ended up. Maybe Zephyrus would be into her when she had the lower half a proper dragoness.

But only time would tell. When the class – and with it, the day – was over, Gwen rushed out the door, first home, and then, after putting on as much makeup as she could to make herself appear as feminine as possible, over to Zephyrus' house.

Well, after a quick session with that dildo to prepare herself. Gwen, horny as she could be, didn't usually use her slit for these things. It was hard to fit a whole toy in there when she was already hard as rock and fully erect, but… if she were to inseminate herself, she would at least need to be able to fit the dildo in there. To push her own seed in, at least, and so she enjoyed a little bit of time trying to pry herself wide open, ignoring her cock and focusing on pushing the beautiful, ridged toy inside alongside it.

She also mouthed a little prayer that Zeph would accept her for what she was, and then another that he'd help her with what she so desperately needed. Not that she really believed in any of the draconic deities, but it was a desperate wager. If any of this was really possible at all, she needed it, beyond any need she had ever felt in her entire dysphoria-clouded life.

The equine tip of her toy popped in, though it did sting a little. Not the worst thing. If she went soft, it would all fit, Gwen thought, before pulling it out and giving the toy a quick rinse, and then stuffing it in her backpack. Nothing remained except talking to Zephyrus now.

Would he even remember her? It had been a year. Maybe that was a senseless worry, he wouldn't forget her that quickly, but habits changed. At least back then, he'd be home now. Gwen's heart was beating like a drum, so hard that she was halfway worried it'd pop right through her black-scaled chest if she got any more anxious, excited, or worked up. And every step of the way, she would glance at other dragonesses that she passed on the street, admiring their bodies jealously. She wouldn't have tits, not without surgery – usually, hippogryph “victims" only changed down there – but she'd be one step closer, at least.

And that was something.

Soon, there she stood, in front of Zeph's door on that warm summer evening, taking a deep breath to work up some courage before daring to knock. But knock she did, and to her mind every rap of her knuckles against the hardwood door sounded like a doomsday bell. This was it.

Thankfully, it was Zeph who opened the door, rather than his parents. And there he stood, the handsome hybrid with plumes of ivory on most of his head, and a deep dark emerald where his body blended into an equine lower half. He had a look of surprise on his face.

“Be-" he began, but the dragoness held up a hand to silence him, if only for a second so that she could re-introduce herself.

“…Gwen, now," she sighed, eyes downcast. “I'm, uh-"

Zephyrus stared at her for a few seconds, as if either processing or disbelieving what his childhood friend was trying to tell him. But it only took a moment.

“Ooh, I get you. You're trans?" he squawked, with apparent excitement that Gwen found a little surprising. “I always suspected there was something… um, not off, but different."

“Yeah, I am, but, you suspected this?" Gwen asked. Her initial mission had been forgotten, at least until he gave her some clarity.

“Right, 'cause I always- always… felt-"

Zephyrus paused, and then he broke out into laughter, looking at Gwen's expression. “Hold on a moment, man, I mean girl, you just dropped a huge revelation on me after not seeing me for a year. I need a few minutes. What was it you wanted?"

“W-well, not here. I mean, I didn't want to tell you here. But, um. If you're willing to do it, I w-want you to t-t-transform me," she stuttered. “You know, like hippogryphs-"

The fact was that even with a gentle breeze, Gwen could still easily sense his masculine spice lingering in the air around him. He smelled hopeful, comfortable, safe… and studly. She consciously chose to take only shallow breaths, though, to reduce her disappointment in case he said no.

“Oh. Ooh. I see," Zeph replied. And then he smiled broadly. “Yeah. I'll do it."

“Really?" Gwen blurted out. She felt like her heart was actually about to explode, with either joy or anxiety. “Just like t-that? I had a place in mind and everything. Our little glen, you know the-"

_ _“Calm down just a little bit," Zeph grinned. “But yes. I always was into you. You know, like a crush and all? But I just couldn't make any sense of it, 'cause you were a drake, right? A boy?"

“…yeah," Gwen replied. It hurt to hear, but at the same time, even though the body she had been born in was male, it seemed, and on top of that, it seemed that Zeph had always seen through it and to her true self, to some degree.

“So, let's go!" he exclaimed. “I'd be honored to help you."

I'd be honored. He always did have a flair for drama. The hippogryph liked fantasy books and usually played a paladin in role-playing games. At least he didn't add “my fair lady" to the end. Then again, Gwen had to admit she wouldn't have hated that, either. It was corny, but also affirming.

Zephyrus grabbed a bottle of water, and with that, they were off. He didn't need to be told where to go either, the “little glen" was enough. It'd been their childhood playground in the middle of the forest. A fortress, sometimes. Often a battleground. Once, it'd even been the open sea, when they'd carried some cardboard boxes there and pretended to be pirates. Now, to the adult mind, it was simply a picturesque glen, a striking little patch of grass and flowers surrounded by dense trees, and on one side, separated from the world by a little babbling brook.

It was nostalgic, and romantic.

“But yeah, I guess you learned about the hippogryph musk and male dragons, then?" Zephyrus asked, as they walked.

“Yeah. And… well, I shouldn't have been so distant. I just had to admit some things to myself," Gwen replied, answering a question that he hadn't even asked. “And it took a lot of thinking."

“I get you. Couldn't have been easy, that. Even if I have no idea how that feels_," he emphasized, clearly happy in being just _male and nothing but male. In a way, Gwen was a little jealous about that.

The journey into the forest wasn't nearly as long as she remembered it being, but somehow, she knew the way regardless. The world just seemed smaller now. For a while, it had seemed less magical too, but now – with her recent realizations about herself, and the anticipation of what was about to happen – all that magic had suddenly returned.

“So, there is one more thing," she started. They were almost there, walking through the summery forest, with birds chirping and the air full of scents. Moss, pine, water. “I… um, god… I want to get pregnant, but… by myself."

“By yourself?" Zeph asked, incredulous. “When I'm right here?"

“No, I mean, yes, for the first clutch," she replied. “My mother really wanted dragons for grandkids. And it's really hot to me, too. A-and then the rest, if you want them, would all be yours."

“All mine?" he grinned. “You don't need to give me anything, though I think I wouldn't decline either. Like I said, I always had a crush on you."

“Right, so… while you transform me, if you could collect the last of my, well, cum, and just kinda stuff it into me?" Gwen asked. What she was asking for felt so awkward that she wouldn't really have minded the ground opening up and swallowing her whole. “I- I can blow you in return, or, you can breed me after I lay my first clutch, or-"

“Calm down. Take a deep breath," Zeph advised her, and she did just that, going quiet. The hippogryph smirked. “We'll do all of that. And maybe I'll breed you too, one day. If we end up together, anyway. But just calm down for now, I don't want to lose you to a heart attack before you've even gotten what you want."

They arrived at the glen, and it was exactly as warm, peaceful, and welcoming as Gwen remembered it. Just a little smaller.

“Are you sure you're okay with this?" she asked Zeph, who nodded, and as if to demonstrate, reached down to grab his shirt with both hands before he pulled it up and over his head.

“What? We'll have to be naked for it, don't we?" he grinned.

Somewhat hesitantly, Gwen began to take off her clothes as well. She wasn't all that comfortable with nudity, nor would Zeph find her physically attractive yet. But it had to be done, so she swallowed hard and summoned up all the inner courage she could muster, peeling off her top, then her jeans, and finally her ill-fitting panties as well. Unfortunately, she realized she was fully hard again, and blushed so violently that it was visible even through her black scales.

“Don't worry," she heard Zeph's voice, though she didn't dare look right away. “You'll feel and look better soon."

She could barely believe how supporting he was. It was as if they'd never drifted apart at all. A little worry crept in; that he was only doing this because he was horny, rather than because he cared. But she had never known the hippogryph to be like that. Rarely, if ever, did he show any selfish traits. He'd share everything he had even if it left him with less.

And even if he was only doing it because he was horny, did that matter? The absolute worst-case scenario had been that he'd say no, and now with that possibility gone, she was all but guaranteed to get what she wanted. That thought managed to quell the nagging cries of her anxiety. She turned around and saw her friend naked for the first time since childhood times swimming in the forest ponds together. He had really filled out in adulthood, with broad shoulders and firm muscle all over his strong frame. And a plump sheath, from which his equine shaft was already peeking, despite Gwen's mismatched body and soul.

“So, I've never actually done this. How does it work?" Zephyrus asked.

“I think… I just have to smell you. And then, um, things happen. Then I need to get cum inside me to make it permanent," Gwen explained. She could scarcely believe how incredibly awkward saying it felt. She brought out the hippogryph-shaped dildo she had brought along for that purpose, and Zeph whistled.

“That, in you? Wow, you're a little different from the you I remember in this glen last time… what was it, ten years ago?" he laughed, and Gwen blushed even more deeply. “But you do have a natural hippogryph right here."

“Right, but you'd have to-" Gwen started, but Zephyrus silenced her by holding up a condom.

“Of course I'll wear protection if having your own whelps the first time is that important for you," he smiled.

Gwen had to bite her lip so as to not swoon at the feeling of warmth and affection rushing through her. Everything felt like a dream, and the warm summer air didn't help. It felt like she was gliding through the world right now, or maybe like she was about to get spirited away by faeries who revealed it was all a mere illusion.

But Zephyrus sat down on a little patch of moss, and then learned back and spread his legs. “At your leisure then," he grinned.

Again, there was that feeling of her heart being about to burst. All of the doubts came rushing in at once. Did she really want to do this? Could she do this? Was she just confused, and not actually transgender at all?

Gwen silenced that inner voice of doubt and approached her friend. She brought with her a little glass jar that she'd stuffed in her bag to collect her last load of cum in.

“One last time, though. Before you start. Are you totally sure?" Zeph asked. He didn't move, though. “I mean, I think once you do it, you won't really be in state to say no. So, I'll pour that cum inside you and, well, gently fuck it deep. And then you'll be both female and pregnant. It's kind of a lot."

“I'm sure," Gwen replied, firmly. In truth she wasn't sure if she was ready for a pregnancy, but this was her only chance to have pure dragon whelps. Any future babies would be hybrids, and probably half-hippogryph at that. Which would be adorable too, of course, but tradition dictated that at least her first clutch be pure dragons.

Gods only knew how rare drakes were getting thanks to all the things that could transform them into a more feminine persuasion.

“Totally sure."

“Then go for it," Zeph smiled.

Slowly, Gwen sank to her knees, staring at Zephyrus' sheath, and the cock that now hung halfway out of it. He looked beautiful. Sexy. Attractive. All three in great amounts. And the scent hung in the air around him, spicy and alluring. Gwen wondered how many drakes had lost their manhoods to that scent, and what fraction of them had wanted it. It was rather hypnotic, and seemed to surge right into her cock, which was already twitching and dripping precum into the moss. In anticipation of the “best orgasm of her life" and then subsequently becoming a pussy instead. A proper, female slit.

She wanted it so badly.

Gwen leaned down, pressed her nose against Zeph's sheath, and after quietly counting down from three, inhaled as deep as she could through her flaring nostrils. The rush was beyond anything she had expected. It hit her like a freight train, the word melting into vivid, amorphous colors as she moaned out. Instantly, her cock twitched and then she was cumming, hard. It was an instant addiction. Maybe someone else could've held back for two or three breaths, but Gwen wanted to cum, and so she did, crying out as she painted the moss with thick ropes of her cum. She dropped the little jar, but Zeph was there to pick it up and pressed it right against the tip of her cock so the next pulse of seed filled it to the brim.

Gwen wasn't sure if she was sitting or lying down, with how intense that orgasm was, how deeply all-consuming. And the best part was that with each throb, her rather girthy cock shrank a little, slowly deflating as she spurted out what little masculinity remained inside her. It was like floating on clouds. Like bliss, embracing her inner femininity.

But the full changes wouldn't happen before she was, in turn, seeded. Slowly, her cock disappeared, retreating inside her entirely and leaving behind it only a puffy, fully androgynous slit. Without an insemination, she'd slowly return to normal. But with it?

She managed to crack her eyes open just enough to realize she was laying on her back, with Zephyrus next to her. He had propped his legs under her hindquarters to ensure her hips were tilted back. She could feel his hardness pressed against her. Evidently, watching her cream her brains and masculinity out had turned him on at least a little bit. Hopefully enough to rut her, Gwen thought, dreamily, between shivers of pleasure.

“Have a safe journey," he smiled, holding the jar full of pearly whiteness against her entrance for a few seconds longer – with tears of joy clouding her vision, she almost looked female already, so desperately horny and with none of that masculine hardness – making sure she could see it. And then he tilted it.

The hit of scent had been one thing. This was something else entirely. The instant the thick sperm – her own, Gwen's mind echoed – touched her lips, she caught herself melting, and try as she might, there was nothing she could do to stop it. Her body felt soft. Malleable. Warmth rushed through Gwen's scaly body, engulfing and molding like some sort of divine femininity.

“-look like you're having fun," she heard, far in the distance at the other side of the seas pleasure she was floating on, unmoored.

Gwen did feel Zeph's rubber-covered cock tease against her slit. The feeling was like all the good things she'd ever felt while masturbating, but beyond all of them at the same time. Gently, even lovingly, he pushed into her, just as her cock began to properly transform inside her, slowly and likely permanently shrinking into a mere clit while her slit deepened into something much wetter and more fertile, more purpose-build to bring a cock to orgasm inside her. But the sensation didn't stop there. As her seed soaked into her musk-primed body, the warmth only grew and grew and grew, to the point it reached every fiber of her being. She felt soft. Molten soft. Blissfully relaxed and yet so firmly locked into the moment, roaring pleasure shooting through her as Zeph eased his cock into her body.

She felt so deliciously full. And he kept slipping deeper, inch by inch. His cock was so much better than the dildo had ever been. For one, it was warm- no, hot, even through the protective latex that covered it_._ And it felt alive inside her, throbbing and straining against her increasingly slick inner walls. She heard him moan, too, which was like delicious spice on top of the already sweet sensations.

If it had ended there, with just growing a fertile pussy and womb to replace her former anatomy, Gwen would've been happy. But it didn't stop there. Nobody had researched, not officially anyway, what exactly happened when a hippogryph was introduced to someone who truly, deeply wanted to change with all her heart. And it turned out that it could bring much more wide-ranging changes than when an average male was the victim.

Indeed, that tingly warmth only grew and grew until Gwen was panting and gasping, unsure if it was meant to be quite so intense, but unable to do anything about it. She felt like a boneless being of pure pleasure, and then Zeph started to slowly fuck her, which sharpened that sexual high even further. The pleasure had become a sort of glow, focused at first on her chest, with a feeling of her skin and scales stretching, a heavy warmth that seemed to swell outwards. In spite of her dazed state, she could feel it. Against all odds – and at the same time, fulfilling hundreds of feverish dreams of hers – she was-

“-hey, I think you're growing tits. Wow, that's… rrf, pretty sexy," Zeph grunted as he watched it happen. For Gwen, the pleasure and a certain stretching of her scales was all that she was aware of, but the hippogryph could see every little bit of growth, from a slight curve, and then perhaps an A-cup, and bigger; they only kept growing.

Gwen's chest slowly swelled outward with each beat of her heart, and even her small, budding breasts bounced with each little thrust of Zeph's hips. And they grew rapidly, to the point that Zeph had to greedily cup one even as he fucked his friend's cum deeper into her suddenly very fertile body. It felt just like any other breast would; soft, yielding, filling out his hand as an unmistakable symbol of femininity, crowned by a perky nipple.

Gwen was only vaguely aware of it, squirming in ecstasy as she was. All she knew was that whatever was happening felt good, like it should be, a lover groping her chest rather than ignoring it. And it wasn't the only change. The reaction, fueled perhaps by her eagerness and acceptance, resonated through her body, cascading through every part of her. Her hips widened into a feminine curve, even as her shoulders narrowed ever so slightly. Even the things that only fellow dragons would notice changed; her horns grew smoother as they usually were on females. Her scales, a more iridescent black like oil rather than a matte, stealthy coat.

But more than anything, the most obvious change was to her mind. Oh, no, her mind didn't change fundamentally, at all. The dragoness had, after all, been born with a female mind. But what did change, as her body and head came to alignment, was that the foggy dysphoria that had been plaguing her for her entire life lifted, revealing a far deeper and richer experience of everything. The way she always should've felt.

The first “new" sensation was unfamiliar muscles hungrily gripping the hippogryph's cock, nearly seizing as they clenched for the very first time in her depths. It was a hard enough squeeze that Zephyrus squawked in respond, and then moaned too, but he didn't slow down. Initially, he had to focus on the fact that Gwen was trans to get hard enough to fuck her. Now, as he continued pounding her seed into her womb, he realized that his friend had grown stunning. There was barely any sign of her old male body left in her, which in turn meant that the hippogryph found himself fucking a beautiful dragoness.

It was all he could do, to keep himself from tearing the condom off then and there.

But he had made a promise, and so he continued; steady, rutting thrusts, each hilting his cock all the way to his heavy, pendulous but tightening balls inside the beautiful dragoness. Inside her soaking wet, fertile cunt.

Gwen moaned in bliss. With the fog that'd plagued her for her entire life gone, she was free to enjoy everything to its fullest extent.

“You look beautiful," Zeph crooned between thrusts. “I always knew, I m-mean… somehow, I did."

And it was true. He hadn't ever known why he had been attracted to Gwen as she had been, before. He'd never felt that way for any males. But clearly, his subconscious had made an exception for those with a female mind. Or soul. He wasn't sure which he believed, and it was becoming increasingly hard to think about philosophical implications as the very material reality of Gwen's pussy almost squeezing the life out of this cock demanded his full attention. He was close to orgasm already, but he wanted to make sure the dragoness had hers first.

Then again, by how she looked and squirmed, she might've already cum. It was hard to say for sure.

The assumption was right, however. What Gwen was experiencing was perhaps best described as one long, continuous orgasm that kept rushing over her in waves but never fully faded as long as her body kept changing. Though externally, she looked fully like a dragoness now – rather generous breasts bouncing with each thrust – there were still internal changes happening. A womb had formed, and it was full of her cum, worked into a froth by the force of Zeph's rutting, but her ovaries, and with them, eggs, were only now being shaped by the transformation.

Of course, Gwen didn't know any of that. She simply floated on clouds of bliss, unaware of anything except almost violent orgasms and a beautiful, fiery glow in her belly, as Zephyrus fucked her faster and harder, racing towards his own climax.

“I d-don't think I'll last," he groaned. “I hope you've… cum too."

When all the response Gwen could give was another feminine moan, Zeph decided that he'd give in before his balls exploded from the pressure building up inside her. He hilted, gave a squawking cry of pleasure, and erupted into her. Well, in reality, into the condom, but in his fantasies each thick rope of cum erupted into Gwen's unprotected womb, filling her with his seed at the peak of her newfound fertility, bathing her eggs with each throb of his thick, equine cock inside her, with the flare forming such a tight seal that not a single drop leaked out.

He could only hope that one day, he'd get to actually do it. But filling the protective latex sleeve felt almost as good. Almost. As his climax ebbed, he had to prop himself up on his elbows to keep from collapsing on top of the dragoness, who looked… incredibly at peace. Zeph couldn't remember her looking that happy and content since their early childhood together. It almost made the feeling of being buried balls deep inside her clutching sex wholesome.

“Hope you liked that," he rumbled. Gwen stared at him, perhaps not really aware of much still, through half-lidded eyes, but the look was one of pure affection and satisfaction, not the least of which was an instinctive reaction to her seed finding her eggs deep inside her body, as the eggs were finally released from her ripened ovaries. In that moment, Gwen had successfully bred herself, but it'd take a few weeks or months full of anticipation for her to know that.

Eventually, the hippogryph pulled out of her, surprising even himself with how inflated the condom was with his cum. He was half stallion, yes, but even he didn't usually produce that much. Maybe it was something about Gwen succumbing to his scent that really sent his body into overdrive.

But there they both laid, for a little while, in the warm evening sun, listening to each other breathe slowly, to the little creek near to them, and to the birds singing their merry tunes, either uncaring or appreciative of the debauchery that they'd just witnessed.

“I did enjoy it. A lot," Gwen finally replied once she was back down in the moss rather than up high in the clouds. She still felt amazing. And with a tilt of her head, she and Zephyrus found themselves entangled in a kiss.

She'd still have to explain her new body to her mother, of course, once she got back home. But for that brief moment, all was right with the world.

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“Hey, hun. You look a bit… different today," Gwen's mom greeted her when she got back home. There was no hiding any of it. She had already known that her daughter was transgender, but the fact that she was suddenly rather feminine in figure, not to mention her scent, which would be impossible not to notice within minutes of getting home, if not seconds.

So, she had chosen to bring Zephyrus with her, for moral support. They were just about partners anyway. Certainly, fulfilling the mutual crush that they'd had on each other, apparently since childhood, had brought them very close together. And as such, when Gwen suddenly found herself rather tongue-tied, he spoke instead. Dragons were usually rather open about matters of sexuality, from his experience.

“Hey, you remember me, right?" he asked, stepping forward.

“Hello, you're um… Zephyrus? I didn't know you and Gwen still…"

She trailed off, the cogs in her head visibly turning as she went through the immediate suspicion, connected it to what she knew about hippogryphs, and then smelled the air. Thankfully, most female dragons were immune to the musk of male hippogryphs; Gwen, having been born with a male body, was of course a different story. It had never been something that her mother had to directly think about, and so it took the older black dragoness a few moments to connect the dots.

“-oh. Oh! He's a hippogryph! So that means-" she started, and then stepped up and hugged Gwen. “-that those tits are real, doesn't it? So when can I expect grandkids, and what species are they?"

The hug was loving and affectionate, and her question sincere, although when Gwen awkwardly blurted out that the grandkids would be coming around the holiday season, and that they were hers, she nearly choked and then burst out into laughter.

“Wow, you two sure didn't waste any time, did you? And all that just to make sure your first clutch are pure dragons? Well, congratulations! You're lucky that dragon whelps are quick and easy to raise," Gwen's mother laughed. And she was right, of course, but that didn't make it any less awkward.

And sure enough, everything went fine. Gwen's mother was nothing but supportive, and after a few post-transformation dates, Gwen and Zephyrus ended up together, just as one might expect, ready to face the challenges of her first and second pregnancies together. Because, of course, they had already decided that the hippogryph deserved a clutch of his own young, too.

Pregnancy was a weird but affirming sensation. The way it had begun was unpleasant; for a few mornings, it almost became routine for Gwen to rush to the bathroom to empty her guts into the toilet. But what came after that was lovely. Watching her belly grow, from a little egg-bump to a much more noticeably pregnant shape made the dragoness feel rather warm and fuzzy every time she saw it in the mirror or brushed a hand over her belly. Seeing other people notice it was oddly special, too, because it reinforced that feeling of femininity. That she was undeniably, visibly pregnant, as only females could be. It was wonderful.

Best of all, though, was to cuddle with Zeph as the nights grew longer and colder once the summer ended. He carried that summer heat inside him, in a way. And every time the new couple cuddled his hands ended up on either Gwen's new breasts or the belly that he had played a part in making swell, even if it was with her own cum. Next time, it'd be his, as the hippogryph kept playfully reminding her.

Come deepest, darkest winter, Gwen was so heavily pregnant that walking was a little difficult, and she mostly waddled between kitchen, bathroom, and her own room at home. But her mother was supportive every step of the way, and Zeph made sure to fulfill her every craving, even washing those spots of her scales that she couldn't reach with a massive belly in the way.

Then, just a few days before she was estimated to lay her eggs – her mother seemed almost a little too enthusiastic about helping her with that – Gwen realized that she was lactating. At the slightest touch, her breasts would leak a rather sweet milk. When she told Zephyrus about that, his reaction was naturally to help.

“That's adorable though," he laughed. “I want a taste!"

And sure enough, he spent about half the evening nursing on her leaking breasts as much as his beak would allow him to. The two fell asleep cradled in each other's arms and woke up to Gwen's stomach cramping so badly that she felt out of bed squirming.

“I t-think it's… gods, f-fuck," she groaned. “Get mom, please."

Zeph rushed out of the room and soon returned with Gwen's mother in tow. She brought with her a thick towel, on which they helped Gwen position herself in roughly the right position. Somewhere between a mating pose and a squat that left her slit very close to the soft, protective towel.

“You know, when I saw you hatch, I never imagined you'd one day be laying eggs of your own," her mother smiled warmly, a hand caressing her head. “But I'm proud of you, either way. Very proud, always. Now… focus. Relax all of your inner muscles and let them work, your body is made for this."

She guided her into a state of what might best be described as relaxed focus. Without her conscious mind clenching every single muscle at once, her body could work naturally and unhindered, as evolution had shaped it to, with those egg-laying muscles surrounding her womb and sex all tensing and relaxing in tandem to push her eggs out. And one by one, they came. One slipped from the overfilled womb that had her stomach stretched taut, through her cervix – there was a sting of pain, but not too awful – and then into her birthing canal. The pain was instantly replaced by pleasure, and her mother squeezed her hand.

“There you go. Just let it happen. Relax, then push again. We'll have all your eggs laid before you know it," she murmured, having laid quite a clutch herself, once upon a time, even if all of Gwen's siblings had long since moved out.

She had also summoned Zeph, who was standing by in case his help was needed, as the first egg of many was squeezed out of her and onto the towel. It was leathery, tough, and black, just as a black dragon's egg should be, despite the fact that Gwen had been transformed to lay them, and additionally impregnated herself. She, too, breathed a sigh of relief, before letting out a growl of pain as the next egg spread her cervix wide.

The sensation was overwhelming even when it wasn't painful. It made it difficult to think of anything else but the eggs she was laying, but in a much more forceful way than the pleasure of sex. And yet, her mind still wandered as her body worked on its own. Gwen realized that she couldn't wait to get bred again, this time by her friend-turned-lover and soon to be permanent partner. It felt perverse to think about it as the second egg – the fruits of their previous mating – slid into her pussy and made her groan with mixed pleasure and strain. Each egg was bigger than Zeph's cock had been. Twice the girth of her dildo, at least.

“Come on, I think she needs more encouragement," her mom called out, and Zeph was there in a heartbeat, placing a hand on Gwen's shoulder.

“You can do this. You were born a dragoness," he whispered, in a voice that was barely audible at all. But it felt like a shot of adrenaline right to Gwen's heart. She could do this, like almost all females could.

Relax. Push. Another egg popped out, and Zephyrus crooned happily while her mother in turn wrapped each egg up in the warmth of the towel. Relax. Push. Her world became that simple motion. A deep breath to relax herself. And then a concentrated effort to push consciously when her body also pushed. A third egg popped out.

“H-how many are there-" Gwen groaned.

“Seems like one more. Turns out you're more fertile than most dragonesses. Isn't life beautiful with all those twists and turns? Push!"

Gwen pushed, alright. With each egg, the pressure inside her faded, as did the pain as her transformed body quickly adapted to what was happening. As the very last one pressed against her cervix on the way to the outside world, it almost felt pleasurable. She bit her lip to suppress a moan.

“Don't worry, dear. Lots of women orgasm when laying," her mother told her, sagely. “There's no shame in it. Though you might make your stud here want to fill you again sooner."

She didn't quite orgasm. But there was a little pleasure-quake that shot through her body with the last egg – the fourth, all in all – pressed against her sensitive g-spot, and it left her panting, both her mother and Zephyrus helping steady her body until that last of her many eggs safely emerged from the warm caress of her body. Then, Zeph quickly pulled her into his embrace so that she could recover, while Gwen's mother tended to the eggs with maternal skills borne of experience.

“That was actually really sexy," Zeph whispered. And of course, Gwen felt his hardness against her back. It'd be a few days before she was ready to get fucked again, though, and she told the hippogryph as much. “Oh, don't worry. I'm not in a rush. I'll be here forever, if you want me to be."

She did want it.

---

Once her body had recovered, which only took a few days – eggs were a lot easier than live young – it didn't take long before Gwen began to feel the familiar tingles of desire again, though now that she was fully female, it all felt a little different. Lust was more like a glow than an immediate need. A tingling in her belly and sex as she looked at and smelled her hippogryph partner. His musk no longer had the effect it once had on her, but the scent of it still reminded her of pleasure, bringing back echoes of their first time in the glen, and all the subsequent ones.

She waited, though, until she went properly into heat. Thankfully it wasn't long after; apparently draconic heats tended to happen monthly, which was something her mother had never told her about, and it was sudden. One day, she had been working as usual, and then admiring her clutch of as of yet unhatched eggs. The next, when she woke up, it was in a pool of her own juices and a burning need to be filled.

Perhaps even more amusingly, the instant Zephyrus noticed that she was awake, he was on top of the bleary-eyed and sleep-dazed dragoness instantly.

“Oh, thank the gods you're awake, you smell so, so good," he panted, and Gwen could feel exactly what kind of effect that smell – of her heat-pheromones – was having on the hippogryph, in the form of his fat, swollen horsecock slowly pulsating against her belly. Evidently, the tables had been turned, but the result would be much the same. Zeph had that glazed-over look in his eyes, the kind that told Gwen there was only one thing he wanted.

Luckily, she wanted it too. She had promised the hippogryph a clutch of his own, and even if she hadn't, her heat left her so incredibly sopping wet and desperately needy like her womb was starving for the seed it knew that Zeph's equine cock could pump inside her. The need was compulsive and damn near irresistible – but thankfully they had no reason to fight it.

Gwen spread her legs with an encouraging, breathy moan, inviting her partner, her lover, to breed her, finally. With a trembling squawk, Zeph, enthralled by her scent in turn, immediately recognized the gesture despite his reduced mental capacity and almost bestial state of desire. He smushed the broad, flat head of his cock against her plush, heat-slick folds, and pushed. Gwen's tightness held him back only for a few seconds, and then he slipped into the wet, warm embrace that so easily spellbound most males.

Not that the dragoness wasn't just as spellbound. Sex during heat was an altogether new experience for the young dragoness, one that she, unlike most, had after her first pregnancy. And it felt amazing. Especially given that Zephyrus wasn't wearing a condom. The contact between them was so much more intimate, the purposeful risk – no, goal – that they were both instantly working towards was intoxicating and rich, almost overwhelming. Feel him throb inside her, knowing that it'd soon be a throb just like that filling her with thick, virile cum and ensuring her second pregnancy made Gwen moan out, a throaty and instinctive sound of pure, raw need.

Zeph was happy to provide. Not that he could really do anything else. The heat-scent filling his nostrils had him single-mindedly rutting into his childhood friend-turned-partner with the solitary goal of filling her with his eggs. The enthusiasm alone could've probably made Gwen moan, but feeling him thrust and twitch quickly had her in a very similar place of carnal bliss as their very first encounter, the one that had left her fully physically female. It was shivering anticipation, almost as intense as being transformed, of being actively bred, and this time, she could focus fully on that instead of being reshaped at the same time.

So, focus on it, she did. On the pulsating heartbeat she could feel through the hippogryph's cock. The way he snorted, squawked, and growled as he rutted into her. The way his taloned hands tightened on her shoulders as he quickly raced towards climax. There was just something so pure and natural about it, knowing that he'd soon be inseminating her, and that each tremor that shot through his muscular body was part of making sure that it happened. That she received his seed deep in her womb.

This time, she also sensed a distinct buildup towards her own release. Each thrust nudged her towards it, step by inexorable step, and soon Gwen was gasping, her breath hitching as she was fucked towards a beautiful, shattering climax.

“F-feel so good, so g-good," Zeph stuttered, unable to really articulate how he felt in the throes of pleasure, but that only made him more adorable to the dragoness, who also felt his heavy balls slap against her ass, reminding her of the fact that their virile cargo would soon be shooting into her. And this time, just as nature intended, there'd be nothing between then.

“Me too, I'm close. So close. D-do it, breed me!" Gwen begged, and hooked a leg around the hippogryph's haunches, feeling his muscles tense and relax with each thrust. She could already feel her orgasm starting, like a spring uncoiling and all tension in her belly being a split second from erupting into ecstasy.

“I will! Here's… your clutch," Zeph groaned. With a supreme effort, he thrust into her a few more times, hard and deep. And then, overwhelmed with pleasure, they both came at once. Gwen screamed with pleasure as she went off like a firecracker, rapidly milking the hippogryph's thick flared cock just in time to feel that flare swell and dig into her inner walls. And then, heat. Plentiful, lusty heat, pressure-injected into the very core of her being. His seed becoming hers in a prolonged, erotic offering.

Gwen grinded her soaked snatch against the very base of Zeph's cock, into his coarse fur, moaning and whimpering with pleasure as she was properly bred for the very first time. It was almost sublime, feeling the act of reproduction in such vivid, orgasmic detail. He throbbed, shooting another rope of heated, eager sperm into her. Then, in response, she clenched, her pussy sucking the cum deeper into her, and there was a blissful swooping sensation inside her as her cervix dipped into the pooling cum to let it through into her fertile womb. Not to mention the breathtaking satisfaction of her heat being snuffed out, like scratching the deepest possible itch.

It was dissolute sexual ecstasy, and Gwen and Zephyr melted into each other's arms as they consummated their love. Before their mutual orgasm was even over, a new bunch of lives were already growing inside the dragoness, and she, for her part, couldn't have been any happier. She squeezed the hippogryph tightly against herself, enjoying the slippery feeling of being so full of his seed and feeling that heat soak deeper.

This was the life she had always wanted, except with sex better than she could've even dreamt of.

---

Well, it was Christmas again, and Gwen laid in front of the fire, heavily pregnant once again. Hippogryph eggs took a lot longer to mature than dragon ones, it turned out. It was a chore, yeah – she kept bumping into things, and being unable to even go for a run was a little frustrating – but she loved the sensation. Especially with her newly hatched whelps all taking turns at her bosom, nibbling and sucking on her milk-engorged teats.

The glow of the fire was warm and comfortable. Zephyrus was in the kitchen making holiday dishes, but soon he'd join her in simply cuddling along with the whelps. Maybe a little bit of sex once the little ones had gone to bed. Gods, it was incredible how horny being pregnant made the dragoness.

I guess I was just born to be a breeder, she thought. Well, mentally anyway.

And then she yelped in pain as one of the whelps bit her teat a little too hard. Zeph rushed in immediately to see what was happening.

“You alright?" he asked, with genuine concern, contrasting with his apron that read Kiss the Cock. He'd wanted it because apparently roosters and male hippogryphs were similar enough that it amused him, and that amusement made Gwen giggle too. Even now, as she gently pried the scaly little drake off her breast.

“Yeah, just the little ones getting a bit aggressive," she smiled. “Taking after their father. Even if your actual little birdies are still in the oven."

“Hey, don't blame me," Zeph laughed. “Those guys are a hundred percent dragon."

“Yeah, but they've been watching and learning from you," Gwen countered.

And so, it went. Life was good, now. Later, she and Zephyrus ended up cuddling in front of the fire, just as she had predicted, and then he ended up inside her again, as he usually did. Life as a dragoness was everything that she had ever dreamt of it being during those years of thinking she'd never have it.

Gwen was happy.